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stork_of_malice
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tonya
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that bird over there
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010718
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paste!
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is eating your best friend's pajamas
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010718
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that bird over there
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that's me
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010720
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Sol
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Craawk craawk crok crook crwaak?
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010720
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bloody potato chip
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crawk, horf, horp, chortle
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010720
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Sol
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mCraWtK? BrAaaK!! Cug Cuk CUg cRaAwwK, KchUuGk.
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010720
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paste!
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spax, morftle, horp_of_chalice, MMMMOJO! (pulls off head-funnel, tears out hair and eats it, strand by strand, with maple syrup) we are making progress as a nation. we are distilled, like the sleep of blacksmiths. we are becoming a large mass of iron and baked pretzels. "can you feel the magic in my hands, when i stroke and rub you the right way?" -johnny gill
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Sol
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alThOugh prOgresS Is beIng mAde rAbBits still dOminAte tHe aIrways. tHe oNly tRutH is tHat wHen tUrtlEs cOllIde tHeiR sHelLs sPontaNeoUsly cOmbuSt cReaTing sHoweRs of lOtuS lEaveS. tHey dRift dOwn arOunD uS aS wE sIt hEre looSinG oUr wIlL tO spEaK. tHerE is nO pOint on the needLe iF yOu sEe It oN iTs sIdE? tHe tErtiary fUnctIon oF anY lIving cReaturE is tO iNflIct damAge on anOthEr? aRe yOu sUre alThough tHere Is no trUth to be UndErsTood aBoUt wAlL cOveRing thE wAy to View it iS as A kEy.......... The DoOr tO yOur mInD iS Only oPeNed tO alLow tHings In AllOw yOurSelf OuT anD tHe mInd flIgHt LoGs wIlL oPen A nEw woRld tO yOuR cOnsCiOus. mOsS Grows wHerE tHe WateR lIes, wHy dOeS a WiLloW wEep? iF a MoUse reCoGniseS yOu aS dAnGer, dOes tHat sHow sEmisenTience? a sEnSe oF sElf?
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distilled mouse
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yes
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010721
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Sol
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tHen wHaT rIghT hAvE wE tO jUdGe a mOusE tO bE aN iNfeRiOr cReAturE? aNd tHus DesTrOy iT? aNd jUstIfY OurSelveS As tHE oNlY sElF awArE cReaTuRe oN tHis eArth?
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god
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fingertips
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011103
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stork daddy
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bobbing my head into the organic punch bowl and changing the nature of the party and the scene. There's crime scene ribbons in my eyes not the brushstrokes of monet. Welcome to my marsh. You can swim if you aren't tasty. You can be tasty if you think you can take me.
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020513
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tonya
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nostalgia_stomach and pyrokinetic_spleen
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020513
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god
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fingerless
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030624
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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